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Come on, baby, won't you be my girl? Come on, girl, let me rock your world.
Come on, come on.
Come on, baby, won't you be my girl?
Come on, girl, let me rock your world.
Come on, come on.
Finally home.
I love being home alone.
I feel like I'm locked in a warm and safe corner, where no one can enter.
I don't think about anything anymore. I let my imagination run wild.
I love art.
I love painting everything that comes to mind.
I leave room for my erotic fantasy.
che ogni volta mi porta lontano in un mondo colorato magico
irreale
I imagine being in front of a white canvas and I have a brush in my hand as
if it were a magic wand and every stroke of the brush turns
into a shocking situation I
love to capture men with perfect bodies like this
one for example powerful
Statuary, broad and muscular shoulders.
And the hands?
I love hands.
I feel them on every part of my body.
All this excites me a lot.
I feel observed, desired, at the center of attention, while he is there, still,
immobile, who does not see the time to fuck me.
In his eyes I see a color lit like the fire of his passion.
and alive like the blood that flows in his veins.
It's really engaging.
Come on, come on, come on.
Oh, my God.
Andiamo!
um
um um
Don't move.
um um
Help!
Yes.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh, God.
um
uh um
Here you go.
ah ah
Die! Die!
Oh, man.
Oh. Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
oh wow
Every time I paint, my imagination arouses intensely erotic images and
thoughts.
Thank you.
It's good come on come on
Yeah, let me come here.
Yes. Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Now your boots.
Look in the boots.
Come
on,
come on, masturbation.
Yeah, masturbation. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Come on, come on, come on. Yeah, yeah.
oh yeah
Yellow also makes this effect.
Through vivid colors, my imagination leads me to participate passively.
While, instead, through the abstract and the candid and pure colors, I am the
protagonist. This amuses me a lot, because I am the one who moves the
threads.
um
I'm tired.
Mmm.
Awesome.
Are you telling me to say?
Oh.
Oh.
um
Oh, cousin.
Without the hand, without the hand.
Like this, like this.
In the head.
Yes, yes.
Oh yeah.
Oh yeah.
Oh yeah.
Oh yeah. Oh yeah.
Yeah. Yeah.
The blue, the depth of the sea, the purity of the water.
Okay.
uh
oh
Every color causes a different situation. All colors and all situations
are linked to sex.
I never combine colors and I always tend to draw circular lines. Sometimes I
focus on something and I paint endless vertices. They don't have a well-defined
meaning for me.
It's just a way of not thinking.
per lasciarmi andare, per entrare nell'irreale.
hmm hmm
um um
um um
um
I love painting and he drives me crazy.
I would never want to finish this painting.
I'm afraid it will break the enchantment.
The model continues to fix me, but nothing happens.
I know you're going crazy with desire.
Now I would like something to happen.
Nothing to do.
I forgot, there is no magic word.
I have to ask my fated brush.
pennello pennello delle mie brame fa che lui voglia me nel suo reame
Thank you.
um um
oh oh
Oh, God.
Oh,
God.
Oh, see.
Oh, oh
Oh, God.
I'll see you.
See? See?
I see.
oh oh oh
Sweetheart.
come on baby won't you be my girl come on girl let me rock your world come
on come on come on baby won't you be my girl come on
girl let me rock your world come on come on
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